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Love Potion #9

"Don't worry, Buffy, this will work," Willow said in a strained voice as she carefully added powdered ginger root to the bubbling concoction in front of her. Buffy silently nodded as she watched her witchy friend gently crush what looked like very tiny yellow cala lillies.

"You're...sure...this will get him back? To...loving me?" Buffy asked between breaths. Willow slowly nodded as she tossed in a pinch of pale pink powder.

"This potion is a sure fire way to get any man to love whoever drinks this," She wiped her brow as she began to stir the pungent liquid counterclockwise. "It's never failed once in the past. Soon as you drink this, Angel'll be all over you, and with the spell I performed last month, you won't have to worry about him losing his soul this time. Nothing can go wrong." Willow heaved a sigh of relief as the foul smelling green mixture gradually shifted to a sweet smelling pale yellow, looking very much like lemonade.

"Okay, now we just have to let this set and you can drink this. You'll be giving off plenty of pheremones with this stuff in your system, so make sure Angel's around when you take it. Should be done in about an hour." Willow stated as she started picking up her utensils for cleaning. Buffy grinned and clapped her hands together.

"I'll call Angel immediately! This is so great, Wills, I'll get him back and then I can be happy again," The Slayer said as she grabbed for her cell. "I totally need to find something knockout to wear."

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"Anyone home?" Xander called, knocking for the fourth time. "Willow? Buff? Anybody?" Xander scowled. "Damn it, why Giles can't collect everybody for his stupid meetings and let me grab the books he needs, I'll never know. Big wimp is just scared to bug the girls after a full day of shopping." The dark haired human was about to turn from Buffy's when the door opened. To say Xander was surprised to see Angel standing there would be an understatement.

"Deadboy? What are you doing in there?" Xander asked flatly. Angel smirked.

"Nice to see you, too, Xander. And I was invited about an hour ago, by Buffy. Have you seen her? Joyce let me in, and I've been waiting since." Angel stood aside and let Xander in. Chocolate eyes glanced about the living room, then back at Angel.

"Uh, not really. Giles asked me to get the girls, so I'm here to get, which would be fine except for the total lack of girls. Where is Mrs. Summers?" Xander asked. Angel sat in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

"She said she needed to pick up some things, and asked me to watch the house. She and Dawn have been gone only about twenty minutes now." Angel reassured himself of the time by glancing at the digital clock on the microwave. Xander grunted and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Noticing a tall glass of lemonade chilling all by its lonesome, he grabbed for it and started sipping. Enjoying the taste, Xander finished the glass off in seconds.

"I probably wouldn't be trusting a vamp with my house, but, hey, Mrs. Summers is a very trusting lady," Xander shrugged and sat across from Angel. The two waited in silence.

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Buffy had lost track of time. She was so excited with the prospect of getting Angel back that she had wanted the night to be perfect. She bought a new outfit, had her hair cut, went in for a quick manicure. As she giggled with Willow over coffee about what kind of gown she would wear at her wedding, she half wondered what time it was. Glancing down at her cell, she realized it had been over three hours since she had asked Angel over to her place. Grabbing her purse, Buffy hastily bid Willow farewell and hurried off home.

"Hope he won't be too mad at being held up."

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Were all vampires such hot lovers? Xander let the thought roll about in his mind as Angel brought him to his next orgasm; he'd lost count after twelve.

The End

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